Daniel slipped under the duvet with a smoothness that caught Anna completely off guard. In one swift motion, he positioned himself right between her legs.
Anna gasped, tossing the duvet aside—and froze when she saw Daniel grinning up at her from the space between her thighs.
"Daniel! What kind of indecent behaviour is this?" she sputtered, her cheeks heating. "Aren't you afraid of hurting your waist?"
Her concern only made his grin deepen.
He blinked innocently, clearly not taking her warning seriously—until she lifted her leg, aiming to nudge him away. Daniel moved faster, pinning her legs down before she could land her usual, unpredictable counterattack.
"Not today, wifey," he murmured, a low, relieved chuckle escaping him. "I'm not letting you toss me off the bed again."
